I don't own Naruto.
fandom: naruto
characters/pairings: sasusaku
summary: there is beauty to behold in the moonlight
a/n: full ver. on tumblr but i think you'd rather read this one
clair de lune
He appears in the moonlight when the village sleeps and Sakura stares, observes. Sasuke stands in front of her window and beside her bedside table; he is a trespasser in her home but he fits there, in her bedroom, in this moment. There is beauty to behold in the darkness of the night. His skin seems to glow in the moonlight, and the soft features of his face appear even more ethereal. His mismatched eyes enthrall her, bewitching her to come closer—so she does.
She stands before him, close enough to feel his warmth, far enough to take another step. Sasuke has this magnetism, this gentle force that draws people to him and in every intake of breath, Sakura watches the way his chest moves like a gentle wave. She can't stop her hand from reaching up to his face and the intensity of his gaze, the sensation of his warm skin against her palm make her catch her breath.
In the moonlight, his eyelashes flutter down as though he is shedding silver tears. He leans into her touch and she shivers, her hand quivering ever so slightly against his jaw when she realizes what it means. His compliance, his trust.
Sakura takes the remaining step that keeps them apart and cups his face tenderly in both hands. He bends a little, pressing his forehead to hers as she closes her eyes to savor the moment. His cloak brushes her in a feathery caress and when she inhales it is the masculine scent of him, an earthy, after-rain smell that tickles her nostrils. She shares his breath, his warmth and he lifts his lone hand to cover hers; she feels the gentlest pressure before his fingers trail down her forearm. He roams lower, the tip of his fingers grazing the side of her breast, then her ribs and her body trembles to his touch like a string an artist plucks to form a resonance.
At last, Sasuke grips her waist and pulls her closer and her breath hitches in her throat; Sakura belongs there, against him and in the cradle of his embrace. Her breasts are pressed against his torso, her abdomen flat against his toned one and there is a fever that spreads all over her body. It is thrilling and burning and sultry but she wants this—and more.
His fingers lift the hem of her shirt just a bit and stroke the bare, soft skin there. Sakura bits her lip and quivers again, moving her hands to his silky hair and the strands slide through her fingers. His mouth brushes against hers like air, never touching and her heart throbs for him, the promise of his lips stirring her blood.
In the silvery gleam of the moon, she wants to taste him.
When Sasuke tilts his head and the tip of his nose rubs against hers, Sakura stops breathing.
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Thank you for reading.